| Song | trespasses (Album Version) |
| Artist | Patti Smith |
| Album | Trampin' |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Daugherty, Smith | |
| Life is designed with unfinished lines | |
| That another sings | |
| Each story unfolds like it was gold | |
| Upon a ragged wing | |
| Bold and the fair suffer their share | |
| He whispered to his kin | |
| All of my debts left with regrets | |
| I'm sorry for everything | |
| Trespass stretch like broken fences | |
| Winding as they may | |
| Trespasses stretch like broken fences | |
| Hope to mend them one day | |
| And she pinned back her hair | |
| Shouldered with care the burdens that were his | |
| Mending the coat that hung on the post | |
| In heart remembering | |
| Trespass stretch like broken fences | |
| Winding as they may | |
| Trespasses stretch like broken fences | |
| Hope to mend them one day | |
| And her time was to come, called to her son | |
| This your song to sing | |
| All of our debts wove with regrets | |
| Upon a golden string | |
| And he found the old coat hung on a post | |
| Like a ragged wing | |
| And took as his own the sewn and unsown | |
| Joyfully whistling |
| zuo ci : Daugherty, Smith | |
| Life is designed with unfinished lines | |
| That another sings | |
| Each story unfolds like it was gold | |
| Upon a ragged wing | |
| Bold and the fair suffer their share | |
| He whispered to his kin | |
| All of my debts left with regrets | |
| I' m sorry for everything | |
| Trespass stretch like broken fences | |
| Winding as they may | |
| Trespasses stretch like broken fences | |
| Hope to mend them one day | |
| And she pinned back her hair | |
| Shouldered with care the burdens that were his | |
| Mending the coat that hung on the post | |
| In heart remembering | |
| Trespass stretch like broken fences | |
| Winding as they may | |
| Trespasses stretch like broken fences | |
| Hope to mend them one day | |
| And her time was to come, called to her son | |
| This your song to sing | |
| All of our debts wove with regrets | |
| Upon a golden string | |
| And he found the old coat hung on a post | |
| Like a ragged wing | |
| And took as his own the sewn and unsown | |
| Joyfully whistling |
| zuò cí : Daugherty, Smith | |
| Life is designed with unfinished lines | |
| That another sings | |
| Each story unfolds like it was gold | |
| Upon a ragged wing | |
| Bold and the fair suffer their share | |
| He whispered to his kin | |
| All of my debts left with regrets | |
| I' m sorry for everything | |
| Trespass stretch like broken fences | |
| Winding as they may | |
| Trespasses stretch like broken fences | |
| Hope to mend them one day | |
| And she pinned back her hair | |
| Shouldered with care the burdens that were his | |
| Mending the coat that hung on the post | |
| In heart remembering | |
| Trespass stretch like broken fences | |
| Winding as they may | |
| Trespasses stretch like broken fences | |
| Hope to mend them one day | |
| And her time was to come, called to her son | |
| This your song to sing | |
| All of our debts wove with regrets | |
| Upon a golden string | |
| And he found the old coat hung on a post | |
| Like a ragged wing | |
| And took as his own the sewn and unsown | |
| Joyfully whistling |